For the rest of the evening after the ritual, Maggie stayed pretty quiet, remaining at her parent’s side. They fawned over her after she returned from the Wellspring, and didn’t seem to care that she had panicked whilst there- they were just happy that she had bonded herself to the coven and went through with the initiation. Her mother showed her off to all of her friends, her beautiful daughter apparently glowing from the Wellspring’s magic. Her father was beaming; his little girl was now a fully fledged witch! Her brother was indifferent at best, envious of the preferential treatment his sister was receiving, and spent the remainder of the night with his friends smoking herbs near the treeline.
Before she knew it, the night had turned starry and navy, and it was time for everyone to depart. As she said goodbye to her parents, her mother snatched the book the girl had been clutching since she retrieved it from the coven house, much to her chagrin, scolding her. “I want you to actually try your best to be present, Maggie. Don’t think I didn’t see you earlier on the porch for the majority of the celebration. You’re going to be here all summer and I want you to spend time with everyone. Are we clear?” Her mother's blue eyes shone solemnly, and Maggie nodded glumly in response. The blonde knew that not all was lost, as she had put two more books in her suitcase, and there must have been a whole slew of them in the coven house. She had heard that the library was one of the largest rooms in the building, and she looked forward to perusing the titles later on. Maggie hugged her parents, and begrudgingly her brother, before they disappeared into the night down the same path they all drove down this morning. She had to make them proud… but how?
Once all of the newly minted witches were gathered up and shown their sleeping situation for the evening, Maggie couldn’t help but feel uneasy. She didn’t have too many sleepovers growing up, especially ones outdoors and with boys present, so this was sure to be interesting. What would her father say, knowing that a boy would possibly be sleeping right next to her? He had strictly banned dating of all types until she was a mature witch…. oh wait, she was a witch now. Did this mean she could date? Focus, Maggie, now’s not the time for that. the girl thought to herself, twiddling her thumbs as Lark bid them a good evening and headed back towards the house.
The blonde sighed, and fished her pajamas, as well as a new book, out of her suitcase before finding a private corner in the bushes to change. If she was going to be subjected to this unpleasant experience, she might as well be comfy. Maggie silently praised herself for bringing long sleeves, especially since now they were sleeping outside. Even though it was summer, it had a tendency to get quite cool at night, so the warmth of the fabric comforted her as she emerged back out to the makeshift campsite, hair thrown into a bun on the top of her head. She noticed Calypso had also changed, and cracked a smile at the girl’s choice of attire. It was fun, just like she seemed to be. Speaking up uncharacteristically, Maggie tried to compliment her.
“You look very comfy, Calyp-” She started to speak, but it appeared that the girl didn’t want to face anyone, hood up and covering her eyes as she walked away from the group and isolated herself. The blonde sighed, knowing the feeling of just wanting to be alone, and let the darker haired girl walk away. Taking the attempted social interaction in stride, Maggie meandered over to the campfire and sat down on the closest sleeping bag to the dancing flames, making the conscious decision to try not to open up her book until it was absolutely necessary.